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Cooper Wilson stood before the mirror, his thoughts making him too preoccupied to really pay attention to his reflection. He absently tugged at his collar while he considered what he was about to do. The throne speech had been simple, and direct. The West, the King said, had grown complacent, and had allowed itself to hate the beliefs that had made the West different from the East. The West allowed itself to be seduced by the idea that all beliefs were of equal value, and that humanity had thrown God off of his throne, without ever being cognizant of installing its own vanities in a seat that was never unoccupied, despite man’s best efforts. And in a short stretch of time, the world that was characterized by those vanities became seared by them. As a result, he was lifting the ban on Christianity, and would be instituting a new chaplaincy in the Commonwealth Military.

The days and weeks that came after seemed like a blur to Cooper. While he did not have to handle to logistics of this new command within the military, he was nonetheless its head, and expected to see and be seen in this new role. Many under his command were those who had kept the faith alive as an underground movement, from one side of the Commonwealth to the other. And though many risked everything to shepherd their flocks, they came when the call went out. Many of their stories touched Cooper, and many more made him feel ashamed, believing that in comparison, his faith was small, and their trust and deference to his authority, undeserved. This feeling became that much more acute when he realized that he would, in the course of his duties, give orders that would undoubtedly lead to death for some of them.

“Are we ready?”

Lise’s voice snapped his eyes into focus, as he silently appraised his reflection, and thought to himself “You’ll do.”

He turned, and she immediately set upon him, taking it upon herself to straighten his tie, as a look of consternation fell across her face. She brushed off his shoulders, stopping when she came to the old United States flag on his arm. His eyes followed hers, and he said “Stop. Please. I feel self-conscious enough already without you staring at it. Her eyes met his, and her lips pursed, then opened as if to say something.

“I think it suits you, hoss, and frankly, I think you have earned the right to wear it.” Rick Gearhart’s voice boomed from the doorway.

Cooper nodded, and stepped in to the short hallway leading to the pulpit. Before stepping out, he closed his eyes, and whispered “Lord, let me do no damage to it.”, and then he stepped out before a cathedral filled with men and women in uniform.

The words of a Facebook acquaintance hung there on the group page, taunting my mind away from a more basic Sunday morning meditation. It worked, and my mind started milling the words, prompting my immediate rejoinder “If that were true, it would work for everyone, non?”

But the more I thought about it, the more I came to consider the “wrongness” that lead to the statement being made in the first place. I realized that it isn’t about the rank hypocrisy that sees nothing wrong with an entitlement for some people to invoke “offense” as a means to stop discussion, debate, questions, behavior or beliefs they do not like, but is incapable of even considering that other parties might be offended by the discussion, debate, questions, behavior or beliefs of the those invoking “offense”, let alone capable of invoking “offense” themselves.

Don’t get me wrong. I think being able to end all discussion, debate, questions, behavior, or beliefs by claiming to be “offended” is unhealthy for a free society, offensive to liberty, and childish in the extreme. As long as it is impossible to have an honest conversation, because it will almost certainly “offend” someone, it will be impossible to address any issue of import. It doesn’t take long before this will lead to financial impairment, social impairment, and impairment of national security. (See President Obama, Second Term)

But the really, really odious part if this is that I often hear “Offense” uttered like an incantation from many of the same people who speak of “reason” being superior to faith, and a basis for them to assume an intellectual superiority that they clearly haven’t earned, while they often put faith in “facts” that have expiration dates due to constantly changing nature of scientific paradigms. The illogic of presuming that rights which are guaranteed by law are subject to override if only they can apply their completely subjective responses to the exercise of those rights would be laughable if it wasn’t pursued with such zeal and dedication. Orwell himself couldn’t have conceived of the sheer scope of the vanity and delusion that have combined to impose a bizzaro-world rhetoric to such a degree that sincerity and directness are relegated to criminal status.

The saddest aspect to this current state of affairs is that too many of us allowed ourselves to be cowed by this practice, as if offending someone, or at least those granted a de facto privileged status by the arbiters of acceptability, is a combination of the worst sin and the worst crime that a person can commit. The fact is that this extraordinary power and cancer on society wouldn’t be powerful at all if we didn’t let it. But this requires a boldness to push back, that too few have the backbone to exhibit. Start responding by saying “SO???” Ask them to explain why they are suffering from the alleged “offense”. Put the onus on them to prove why it should matter to you, and to everyone else, rather than giving what has morphed into a generic and reflexive complaint the presumption of legitimacy without the burden of proving it. It is your duty as a citizen and a member of society to engage people who don’t want you to engage in an honest discourse. It is your birthright to be able to do so without the threat of sanction by government, or those who want to destroy the very way you live, and censor your very thoughts.

"I want these “…and I’m a communist” dumbshits to have a Coming to Jesus moment that they will NEVER forget. I want them staring in to the eyes of every American who knows that government has very specifically designated roles, and are fed-up to their eyeballs with the overeaching, paternalistic, oppressive monster that the Left (with help from the establishment Right) set loose on us. I want those greedy, lazy, control-freaky bastards quaking with fear when they are met with an electorate determined to wrest their liberties, including the right to fail, back from a government that would enslave us all to the service of a soul-killing mediocrity. I want their asses so horrifiyingly and memorably whipped that the mere memory will cow a century’s worth of socialist/communist/marxist acoyltes into an ashamed silence."
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"When a strict interpretation of the Constitution, according to the fixed rules which govern the interpretation of laws, is abandoned, and the theoretical opinions of individuals are allowed to control its meaning, we no longer have a Constitution, we are under the government of individual men, who for the time being have power to declare what the Constitution is according to their own views of what it ought to mean."--Justice Curtis, Dissent, Dred Scott v. Sanford

"The very idea of power, and the right of the people to establish government, presupposes the duty of every individual to obey the established Government. All obstructions to the execution of its laws, all combinations and associations, under whatever plausible character, with the real design to direct, control, counteract, or awe the regular deliberations and actions of the constituted authorities, are destructive of this fundamental principle, and of fatal tendency."- George Washington

The punishment which the wise suffer who refuse to take part in the government, is to live under the government of worse men.
-Plato

One of the penalties for refusing to participate in politics is that you end up being governed by your inferiors.
-Plato